At a table, in a diner, in the city, there sat a group of four people.
In front of one pair, there were slices of strawberry shortcake, while the other two had carrot cake. Everybody had their drink of choice before them, and they looked for all the world as just a group of friends who were there to enjoy a good breakfast. But that could not have been further from the truth.
The people at the table were sworn enemies. They were just finally meeting up for the first time without any masks on, no pleasant smiles, no fake laughs. Nothing but brutal honesty.
"Zachariah, has your hatred of me been so intense this entire time that you did not even think twice about trying to have my wife killed?" Any other day Zachariah would have tried to deny, to laugh it all off or to just stomp away.
But thanks to the presence of Tristan's people in the cafe, he knew better than to run, and he was far too angry at being caught out, to bother with lying.
